Psalms 60

1 For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Lily of the Covenant.” A Miktam of David for instruction. When he fought Aram-naharaim and Aram-zobah, and Joab returned and struck down 12,000 Edomites in the Valley of Salt. You have rejected us, O God; You have broken us; You have been angry; restore us!

For the Leader; upon Shushan Eduth; Michtam of David, to teach; when he strove with Aram-naharaim and with Aram-zobah, and Joab returned, and smote of Edom in the Valley of Salt twelve thousand. O God, Thou hast cast us off, Thou hast broken us down; Thou hast been angry; O restore us.

2 You have shaken the land and torn it open. Heal its fractures, for it is quaking.

Thou hast made the land to shake, Thou hast cleft it; heal the breaches thereof; for it tottereth.

3 You have shown Your people hardship; we are staggered from the wine You made us drink.

Thou hast made Thy people to see hard things; Thou hast made us to drink the wine of staggering.

4 You have raised a banner for those who fear You, that they may flee the bow.

Thou hast given a banner to them that fear Thee, that it may be displayed because of the truth. (Selah)

5 Respond and save us with Your right hand, that Your beloved may be delivered.

That Thy beloved may be delivered, save with Thy right hand, and answer me.

6 God has spoken from His sanctuary: “I will triumph! I will parcel out Shechem and apportion the Valley of Succoth.

God spoke in His holiness, that I would exult; that I would divide Shechem, and mete out the valley of Succoth.

7 Gilead is Mine, and Manasseh is Mine; Ephraim is My helmet, Judah is My scepter.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; Ephraim also is the defence of my head; Judah is my sceptre.

8 Moab is My washbasin; upon Edom I toss My sandal; over Philistia I shout in triumph.”

Moab is my washpot; upon Edom do I cast my shoe; Philistia, cry aloud because of me!

9 Who will bring me to the fortified city? Who will lead me to Edom?

Who will bring me into the fortified city? Who will lead me unto Edom?

10 Have You not rejected us, O God? Will You no longer march out, O God, with our armies?

Hast not Thou, O God, cast us off? And Thou goest not forth, O God, with our hosts.

11 Give us aid against the enemy, for the help of man is worthless.

Give us help against the adversary; for vain is the help of man.

12 With God we will perform with valor, and He will trample our enemies.

Through God we shall do valiantly; for He it is that will tread down our adversaries.